Daniel and Sara Pt. 01

Daniel was raising his 18 year old daughter Sara alone since his wife Hannah had died 6 years earlier. It had been a loving, wonderful marriage, ended way too soon by the cancer that started in Hannah's ovaries. Losing her had devastated both Daniel and Sara, but Daniel decided he owed it to his late wife to make sure he raised Sara right. He had a business to run, but his daughter would always be his first priority.

That meant being there for Sara when she had a track meet (she ran 400 meters) or when she was in a school play. Being the boss does have its privileges, after all. And it also meant being father and, as much as possible, mother to their daughter. Hannah had "the talk" with Sara before she died, as far as she could with a 12 year old, and Daniel filled in the rest as much as he could. The things he couldn't talk to her about were left to Sara's gynecologist (a woman) and Daniel took her to her appointments until she was old enough to drive herself. He never asked Sara any details about what Sara and her doctor talked about; it was none of his business, and he only needed to be told if there were anything physically wrong.

As Sara grew up, Daniel gave her more and more freedom, and she earned it by behaving responsibly, doing well in school, and not coming home drunk or high. They took turns cooking and split most of the other chores, and a cleaning woman came in twice a week to keep their home tidy.

Sara looked much like her mother. Like Daniel, Hannah was Jewish, but whereas Daniel had come from European Jews, Hannah was from Iraqi Jews who were forced to leave after centuries there in 1948. First they went to Israel, and later to the New York, where Hannah was born. She had had a deep olive oil complexion, very dark, with black curled hair and deep brown eyes. Sara took after her mother, the same complexion and hair and eyes, but her features were different. Everyone who met Sara thought she was stunning, slender like a runner needs to be, small breasts with long, strong legs. She was very smart, almost a straight A student, and had a sharp sense of humor. She and her father were huge Monty Python fans, something Hannah didn't get at all. Father and daughter were as close as could be.

Daniel was 46, slim build which he maintained by swimming 4-5 times a week, with thinning brown hair that was greying at the temples. He owned a computer services company with 40 employees. It was very profitable, and kept him busy, but he always made time for Sara, and always got home for dinner.

As time went on, of course Sara became more independent, spending more time with friends, dating different boys, living her own life. But Daniel never tried to start dating again, figuring he had enough on his plate running his business and raising his daughter. When she went out, he would either work from home or relax watching a ball game or catching up on his casual reading. But time did go on, and as Sara was around less and less, he did get lonely, and Daniel figured when Sara went away to college next year, he'd try to see about meeting someone, or more than one someone.

Sara did worry about her dad. She thought he was handsome, had a good mind and sense of humor, and he really shouldn't be alone. She appreciated all he had done for her as a single parent, really appreciated how he didn't infringe on her personal life like so many fathers of her girl friends did. She knew he trusted her and she was determined to justify that trust. She wasn't a virgin, having had sex with a few guys, and a couple of girls, but she wasn't a slut about it. Like many teens now, she'd seen porn, and there was a kinky side to her that she was afraid to try to explore with guys from school, worried they'd talk about her wilder nature and get her a bad reputation.

On this Thursday morning, Sara said "Dad, I'm not going to be home for dinner. We have rehearsals for next weeks play, and we'll be there until at least 8 tonight. Will you be ok picking up something for yourself?"

"Sure honey, I can manage. I've done so before, haven't I" Daniel said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"I really wasn't worried about it, dad. I know you know how to go to the drive thru or order Chinese delivery. Or maybe you should splurge and pick up some sushi!" she teased her dad.

"MMMM sushi. Haven't had that in a while. I think it's decided!"

"Oh, and can you at least start the laundry for me, dad? I don't want to still be washing and folding clothes at 11 tonight."

"Sure, no problem, sweetie. I think I remember how to use the washer and dryer. Your grandmother raised me right."

"Thanks, dad! I gotta run, and you need to get going as well" she said, pointing to the clock.

"Ok, I'll see you tonight, sweetie. Call me if anything changes. You know where I'll be all day" he teased.

Daniels' day passed as usual, the typical problems and solutions. and before he knew it, it was 6PM and time to go home. He only lived 15 minutes from the office, so it was a short ride home, with a brief stop to get sushi for dinner. He ate while watching news, feeling a little lonely tonight. He then remembered he promised to do the laundry, or at least start it for Sara.

He put the first load in after separating everything. He noticed in the second load were Sara's bras and panties. He rarely gave such things any thought. He knew she liked nice, expensive things since he paid her credit card bill. She had a set amount she could spend on clothing etc. each month and was usually pretty good at keeping to her limit. But he knew which stores she liked to shop in, so he knew she had expensive tastes in lingerie.

He saw on top of this pile was a pair of red, lace bikini panties, and he picked them up. When Hannah was alive, she also wore mostly sexy underthings, and they even incorporated them into their sex lives. Now he was fondling these lacey, sexy panties, and his cock was getting a bit of a rise in his slacks. Then he did something he never would have imagined doing: he lifted his daughters panties to his nose, smelling her scent from the crotch, a scent he hadn't smelled in years now, not in panties, not straight from the source. His dick swelled until it was starting to ache in his slacks.

He just had this overwhelming desire come over him with Sara in his mind. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself and he unbuckled his belt, opened and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. Next went his boxers, until both were puddled at his ankles in the laundry room. He then found another pair, dark blue satin panties, and he wrapped those around his dick, stroking himself slowly with the soft, slinky material, while inhaling Sara's wonderful, feminine scent, very womanly, from the red lace pair.

Daniel let out a low moan, smelling, stroking, his hand moving gradually faster and faster. Of course he had masturbated during the lonely years, but never like this. The feeling, the heady odor, the thought of his beautiful daughter, were sending him pleasure he hadn't experienced in a very long time. He was getting close to cumming now, stroking faster.

"Dad, are you in...OH MY GOD! DAD WHAT..." Sara screamed and then ducked out of the room, running down the hall, through the kitchen to her room, slamming the door, before Daniel was even fully aware to what happened. His dick immediately wilted, he dropped her underwear, and pulled up his pants as quick as possible.

Oh, god, he thought, what have I done??? Being caught jerking off by your daughter is embarrassing, but hardly traumatizing, he thought. But she caught me with her panties, one pair on my face and another on my cock!! She'll never forgive me! What if she moves out? What if she never talks to me again??

Daniel didn't know what to do. He sat back down in his den, in a state of semi-shock. He was humiliated and ashamed. How could he even try to talk to her about this? He really was at a loss, his heart pounding in his chest, and it felt broken, like he had destroyed their close, loving relationship, perhaps for all time. I have to at least make sure she's ok, he thought. I can't just ignore her.

Daniel went down the hall to Sara's bedroom and knocked softly at the door. "Sara, honey, are you ok? Can we talk? I am so sorry, honey. I can't even begin to tell you."

Silence for about 10 seconds. Then "Dad, can we talk about this tomorrow night? It's a school night, and I think this is going to take a long time. Tomorrow night, ok?"

Well, at least she's talking to me. "OK honey. I'm sorry, so sorry, Sara."

"Tomorrow night, dad, ok? Just not now."

"OK. I love you, honey." They always said their I love you's when they turned in for the night. But there was silence from Sara this night. Bad sign, Daniel thought.

He didn't know what was going on on the other side of her door. Sara was of course shocked to see her father standing there in the laundry room, his pants down, her red panties on his face and her blue ones in his hand, wrapped around his swollen cock, obviously jerking off with her intimates. So she screamed and ran to her room slamming the door, but she wasn't upset once she thought about it. Sara had a secret desire for her daddy for months now, a fantasy to be taken roughly by him, or sometimes for him to make love to her in the most tender way. When she thought like this, she would rub her tits with one hand and shove the other down her panties, stuffing two or three fingers into her steaming pussy and grinding her thumb against her throbbing clit. She almost always came powerfully, and if Daniel was home, she'd have to shove her face into a pillow to keep from crying out loud.

So when she caught her father stroking like that, it turned her pussy into a soaking mess, and she had to do something about it. Before she could, though, her dad was knocking at the door to apologize and check on her. She hated to blow him off, but she had a pressing need to deal with and he would have to wait. As she slipped off her jeans and her shirt and her bra, as she rolled down her panties, she was wondering if daddy was thinking of her or just using a pair of panties because they felt and smelled good. As Sara fucked her fingers to an explosive orgasm, she imagined daddy pounding into her. And she knew she had to try to have him. But she had to be careful about how she handled the situation.

Daniel didn't sleep that night, just tossed and turned, thinking how he was possibly going to fix things with his daughter, the only person he loved for a long time. What do I do if she can't forgive me? He couldn't think of a way out.

He left early in the morning, to avoid Sara so he could give her the space she needed. Work was interminable, and he couldn't keep his mind on his job. He told his managers that he was going early, saying he was sick, which wasn't far from the truth. He went home, in a depressed funk. At 5 he heard Sara pull up in the driveway, both looking forward to and dreading her entrance into the house.

The door opened. "Dad, why are you home so early? Although I guess I know why. I didn't sleep well either and feel it today."

"Yeah, honey, it wasn't my best day at work. I don't know what to say to you."

"Tell you what, dad. Why don't you make dinner, we'll just talk like usual, and then later we'll talk about yesterday."

"Ok honey. Just one thing though, I need to know. Do...do you still love me?"

"Daddy, what a silly thing to say. Of course I love you. Did you think you could do anything that would make me stop loving you? Did you really think that was possible? Could I do anything that would make you stop loving me?"

"Sara, that's different. You're my daughter; there's nothing you could ever do that would make me stop loving you. It's my job to protect you. And I haven't heard you call me 'daddy' in a long time" he smiled skightly.

Sara smiled too. "Yeah, it just felt natural to say that. We'll talk more about yesterday later tonight. I even canceled my plans with Steph and Laura tonight."

"You sure, honey?"

"Yes, DADDY, I'm sure" she teased.

Daniel felt so much better as he grilled some chicken breast and steamed some corn. Definitely better.

Dinner passed like usual, talking about Sara's school day, talking about the play she was in there, and also about plans for the summer coming, a few months away, before she went to college in the fall. She was still going to work in the day camp she'd worked at for the last 3 years. She loved working with children. He'd done the same at her age.

After dinner was cleaned up, Sara said she had some things she needed to do and to shower and get comfortable. Daniel decided to shower as well, knowing the hot shower would wake him up a little.

About 10 that night, he was sitting on the couch in the den in some gym shorts and a t-shirt when Sara came in wearing her silk purple robe that ended at her knees. It was what she usually wore around the house in the evening before turning in, usually with a long shirt under it. She sat next to her father.

"So, daddy, I think it's time we talked. Can you tell me what was going on with you, why you were masturbating with my panties?"

They'd always been very open about just about everything, including sexual matters (as much as a father can be with his daughter), but this was not going to be easy. But she deserved the truth.

"Honey, you know I've been alone since you mom passed, a long time now. We all masturbate, though we don't talk about it, especially between father and daughter. I mean, I know you do it, or I think you do it, it's a natural thing, nothing to be ashamed of. Usually. But why I was doing it with your underwear, I don't exactly know. I was getting the laundry together, I found those red ones, and something just...happened. Next thing I knew I had one pair at...my face, another...well, you know where, and then you saw me..." he trailed off.

"Were you thinking about me, daddy? Please, you can be honest with me. I won't hate you or think you're disgusting or weird. But I do want to know."

Daniel thought for a moment. "Well, honey, honestly I guess I was when I had the pair to my face. I had to have had you in mind...your scent. God, this is embarrassing to admit. I mean, you have to know you're beautiful, sexy even. Dads aren't supposed to think of their daughters like that, that you're sexy. But it's the truth. Maybe my loneliness caught up to me. And you do look so much like your mother, you know."

Now it was Sara's turn to be quiet. Finally, "I know I must be pretty, dad. I mean I get a lot of attention from boys, so I must be attractive. I don't think about it usually, though. I know girls who love to flaunt it, to tease guys, but that's not me. And I know you haven't dated since mom died so you could devote your time to me. When I was younger, I loved that about you. I still do, but the last couple of years I've felt guilty, like I'm holding you back from enjoying your life." She was looking at her lap.

"Sweetheart, you didn't hold me back at all! It was my choice, something I felt I needed to do for you. I wanted you to have as much of both parents as possible from a single parent, if that makes sense to you. But back to your previous question, I guess I was thinking of you when you caught me. I'm not proud of that, honey."

Sara said "It doesn't bother me daddy, not now, at least."

Daniel was a little stunned by that. "What do you mean, Sara?"

"Can I be honest with you, daddy?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Always. No matter what the subject."

"Well, I'm sure you've guessed I'm not a virgin, right?"

Daniel just nodded.

"I've been with a few guys, even a couple of girls. Does that bother you?

"No of course not. I know people your age are more...exploratory...when it comes to your sexuality than my generation was. I mean, we had sex fairly young, but we didn't 'broaden our horizons' like is common now, if you know what I'm saying."

Sara laughed "Well I never thought about it in that way before. But anyway... I've seen porn, which shouldn't surprise you either, dad." Again, he nodded. "And I've seen things that I've found really turned me on. Fantasies. Kinky things. Things I want to explore. But I would never do them with the guys I know at school. They'd talk, and I would be unable to show my face at school any more."

Daniel was stunned. He was also getting very aroused. "Do you want to talk about them? You don't have to" he quickly said, too quickly. He sounded like he was turned on.

Sara, quietly, looking into her fathers' eyes, said "I'd rather show you, daddy."

The tension between them was electric. The silence was deafening.

Daniel said "Are you really suggesting that you want to have sex with me, honey? Are you sure about that?"

"I'm not suggesting, daddy. I'm saying it outright. I want to explore my kinky side with the only man I trust not to hurt me, and not to humiliate me, and of course to keep it quiet, between us only. I know you may not want to, and I understand. But please say yes, daddy. Please."

"Sara...I don't know if I could do that. It's wrong. And until yesterday, I never did think of you in that way. I want you to be who you are, to discover yourself, and I can't say I don't find you to be attractive in an objective way, but actually having sex, making love, together? I don't know, honey. I just don't know."

Sara replied "I understand, daddy. But I have thought about you for a while now. Did you know there are a lot of daddy-daughter themes in porn these days? I mean, a LOT."

Daniel chuckled "Yeah, I look too, when I...need relief. I know what's out there. And since we're being totally honest here. I have watched some of it, so I do get the fantasy. But doing it for real is something else altogether."

Sara said "I've been thinking a lot about it since last night. It's been in my head all day today. And I've also explored it when I...need relief as well, sometimes. I have an idea."

"OK, what's your idea?"

"We spend tonight together in your bed. We see if we can get comfortable together, if we can desire each other. If it works out, we enjoy each other, but we don't actually have intercourse. There are other ways for two people to get each other off besides technical sex, after all. Then, if we're not to weirded out by it, we can keep exploring together. If it bothers us, we stop there and just leave it be. How's that sound?"

Daniel thought for a minute or so, conflicted at first, his responsibilities as a father arguing with his own desires and those of his daughter. She was an adult, and she wanted him to help discover her deepest sexual desires. And he did have some things he wanted to explore himself, when he thought about it, things he never could ask his wife to do. He came to a decision. "OK, sweetheart, let's try, and we'll see where this goes."

"Great, daddy! Just a couple of things though before we begin."

"What are they, honey?"

"Don't worry about having to be gentle with me, daddy. I'm an adult, and I can handle you being aggressive with me. Sometimes that's what I need, and I make no apologies for it. And I like talking dirty in bed, both partners. Don't be afraid to go too far with me, ok? I can take it, and it excites me. Sometimes I want just to make love, but sometimes I like to get hot and nasty. I need what I need, Can you handle that?"

"I have some of that desire in me too, honey. But doing and saying those things with you...well, I guess we'll find out, won't we?"

"Fair enough, daddy. Now, lets go to bed...together" she said with a naughty smile Daniel had never seen on her face before. It definitely excited him, and it was showing.

They got up off the couch, her silky robe rustling on her skin, his cock tenting out his shorts. Sara noticed, and said "Hmmm, daddy, it looks like we're off to a good start."